33. Sandro #5
Taking a deep breath, I slowly lower myself, shifting my knees a little wider to make it easier on me. I grit my teeth at the initial burn, refusing to give in and stop.
I gasp as I take more, and he stills me. I want to cry from the way he’s preventing me from taking anymore, but his eyes watch me carefully.
“Slowly. Don’t hurt yourself,” he warns me, brushing at the tears I didn’t know had even slipped out.
Shaking my head, I try to tell him what’s in my heart, to show him what’s there.
“Please. I want to hurt for you, Daddy. I…I need it.”
Snarling, he answers, “Alright, you asked for it, Sweet Boy.”
I gasp as he shoves his cock inside me with one smooth push. My ass gives way to the power in him. Fuck it hurts. But that burn… The knowledge that he’s pushed to the edge? It gives me a high I didn’t know was possible.
The times I was used in the past, they never gave me a feeling like this. Because those men weren’t worthy. They didn’t care about me. Yet the man currently inside me? He does. I may never understand it, but fuck if I won’t cherish it—and him.
I set a grueling pace, partially because of the lust running through me, but also because I know we must be getting close to home. I whimper as he meets my every bottoming thrusts with one of his own. He changes his angle and I choke on the pleasure lighting me up. Fuck. How is that even possible?
“Fuck. Dammit. That feels so good.” Words finally spill from me, though it’s nothing but a litany of pleasure twisting through me.
His dark chuckle only spurs me on, but my movements become choppy, messy. When he grabs both of my hips and takes over, I almost groan in relief. I need more exercise if I’m going to do this again. And patience.
“Please, let me come,” I beg, needing it.
That darkness grows stronger in his eyes, the monster coming out to play, and damn if it isn’t a beautiful sight.
“No,” he says sharply, spanking my ass. “I let you play. This is your consequence. When you tell Javi and Brannigan the truth, then you’ll earn your orgasm. But make no mistake, Sweet Boy, when you do, I’ll make you come so hard you’ll wonder how you ever survived without my touch.”
Throwing my head back, I groan, but give in to his demands. There’s no other way. Thankfully, it’s not much longer before he reaches his orgasm, holding me tight as he roars, pouring his seed into me.
Oh, fuck. I shudder, gripping the base of my cock to stop myself from tipping over the edge, just from the pleasure of knowing he came inside me. Hell, suddenly, thoughts of my Daddy breeding me take off in my mind, and fuck yes, where do I sign up for that?
Eventually, my own potential orgasm slips away, and I collapse onto him, breathing hard. His softened dick slides out, and I clench my asshole, trying to keep as much of him inside me as I can.
We’re going to have to pay to get the limo cleaned, but there's no sense showing the cleaners exactly what we were up to—though I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve cleaned up cum.
With a startled laugh, he says, “Are you really thinking about the limo right now?”
I blush, muttering about how I didn’t realize I had said that aloud, as I bury my head in the crook of his neck. The level of embarrassment that rushes through me…
“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Sweet Boy. Was it worth waiting for limo sex?”
“Definitely, because in an SUV, that would not have been nearly as possible—or fun.” I nod enthusiastically as I carefully slide off him and start to put myself right. Well, as much as possible.
“Hmmm, good thing this limo is my gift to you,” Daddy muses, and I light up, diving in for another bruising kiss. Rewards aren’t just for Boys after all…
Soon, the limo draws to a stop, and Daddy just barely gets his clothes on, although he leaves his belt unbuckled. I’d roll my eyes if I wasn’t so smug.
Sliding out, I can’t meet the driver’s gaze as I choke out an apology and stride toward the front door. I stop for a moment and wait for Daddy to catch up. Before we can enter, I position my body for one more kiss.
He narrows his eyes, scrutinizing me closely, before letting me have a soft kiss.
My cheeks turn crimson again as I whisper, “Um…I just wanted to say, before we go inside and get back to the chaos that awaits on the other side of the door, how much I loved our date. It was the first one I’d been on.”
“Me too, Sweet Boy. Me too.”
My eyes light up at that. Perhaps there’s something in me that I can give to him after all.
Because even if it’s romance, that’s what I’ll do.
Something to show him he’s worth it, because he is…
The words hovering on my lips won’t pass them.
I need to speak to Emilio first, but it’s there.
And fuck if that doesn’t scare me more than any gun I’ve faced down in the past.
But somehow, I have faith. I’m not sure how that even happened, but I think it’s him, my Emilio, and Cristian. All of them are as vital to me as breathing. So even if it’s romance, which is scary as hell, bring it on. Because I’ll give these men whatever they deserve.